I Got the Bug
©1995 Susan Noyes Anderson, Lollipops
My eyes are all red, and
my nose is all runny.
The words that I say
sound a little bit funny.
My eyes are all red, and
my nose is all runny.
The words that I say
sound a little bit funny.
I’m dotting every i, and
I am crossing every t.
I’m putting letters down, and
I erase them frequently.
One time the wind was very strong.
It blew and blew like crazy.
So I just let myself go limp,
like when I’m feeling lazy.
Take pity on the noble weed,
it grows against all odds.
It prospers in harsh climates.
It thrives on rocky sods.
Sometimes on a windy day
I close my eyes and fly away.
I float with leaves upon the breeze,
then skitter around the lofty trees.
Well here I am, right up
in front of the class.
She has picked me again.
I did not even ask.
Sometimes I close my eyes to see
what’s going on inside.
At first, it just looks dark, but then
my mind’s eyes open wide.
I wrote a good story but something went wrong.
I had all the characters where they belong.
The setting was great, and the word use was strong.
The length was just right … not too short, not too long.